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behind walls of stone and memory
looking out through misted eyes
through a perspective I now know,
to be impassionate as the design
you in some ways had left me
but, like wind not of my design
travelling where you wish to go
I remained, a smile I cannot feign
you were never mine, this I see
existing beyond the sight of I
you gave, and you began to show
and laughed as I oft crossed lines
you taught and I came to believe
knowing you'd leave I couldn't deny
you've gone, only passing through
I remember your love, it defines
what was up and down, what to leave
I offered what was to take of me
and I believed in what I knew
maybe you wanted what didn't shine
a thousand may-be's are within me
what should have, or could have been
and the heartache broke through
now, after it all I am refined
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